"heterosexuals" poems - Hello Poetry

Lev. 20:13 "If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have forfeited their lives." This was said to make sure the population on earth grew, which it did. God was NOT saying this because it will always be wrong. They are just regular people and this is where they belong. Homosexuals are the same as everybody else. This is equality that they strive for because no one is better than the other. We are all from the same God, and we are all sisters and brothers. This is not a disease and this is not something you can change. They were born like that, it is not something that you were taught. I was born with brown hair, this is not something that is forethought. Why does it matter so much what your ****** orientation is? That is that person's business, not ours to judge. We have no right to judge and all of this homophobia is actually just a carnage. We call ourselves Christian, but is this actually living in the true image of God. Have you not heard "Do onto others as you would have them do onto you?" That is the golden rule and how would you like it if it were heterosexuals that were hated anew? God made all of His children in His image. Do you honestly think that God would turn away His own children because they were born Homosexuals? With all of this hate and anger, turning away people that could be our friends, well we aren't humans; we are actually animals. Why is it that now they get the same benefits as the people who are straight? Why has this taken so long to do? Are they not the same as everybody else that we know? There are many things that are wrong with society, this homophobia needs to stop so why must we forgo? If two people love each other so much to remain together for the rest of their life, then let them. Homophobia is wrong. God loves all of his children headlong. And to all those gays and lesbians out there, STAY STRONG.

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC

unknown2

Homophobia

Lev. 20:13 "If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have forfeited their lives." This was said to make sure the population on earth grew, which it did. God was NOT saying this because it will always be wrong. They are just regular people and this is where they belong. Homosexuals are the same as everybody else. This is equality that they strive for because no one is better than the other. We are all from the same God, and we are all sisters and brothers. This is not a disease and this is not something you can change. They were born like that, it is not something that you were taught. I was born with brown hair, this is not something that is forethought. Why does it matter so much what your ****** orientation is? That is that person's business, not ours to judge. We have no right to judge and all of this homophobia is actually just a carnage. We call ourselves Christian, but is this actually living in the true image of God. Have you not heard "Do onto others as you would have them do onto you?" That is the golden rule and how would you like it if it were heterosexuals that were hated anew? God made all of His children in His image. Do you honestly think that God would turn away His own children because they were born Homosexuals? With all of this hate and anger, turning away people that could be our friends, well we aren't humans; we are actually animals. Why is it that now they get the same benefits as the people who are straight? Why has this taken so long to do? Are they not the same as everybody else that we know? There are many things that are wrong with society, this homophobia needs to stop so why must we forgo? If two people love each other so much to remain together for the rest of their life, then let them. Homophobia is wrong. God loves all of his children headlong. And to all those gays and lesbians out there, STAY STRONG.

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To some it’s all conjectural, Philosophically conceptual. You think you’re intellectual But your reasoning is ineffectual. Reviled both by heterosexuals Insulted as well by homosexuals And some ugly issues contractual We are the besmirched bisexuals. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality. The straights tell us we must decide Then put the other gender aside. The complaints range far and wide Even gay people opt to deride. We don’t feel welcomed anywhere inside. Why doesn’t tolerance coincide When nobody seems to take our side? It’s freedom, get on the bus and ride. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality. We know, after years of research Gender choice is not learned in church. It can be shaped with rods of birch But those are better for birds to perch. Denying us freedom is an ugly lurch Past including truth in a morality search. Back to when we were ruled by a church And any variance was besmirched. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality.

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Mar 9, 2016

Mar 9, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

NATURAL CONCLUSIONS

To some it’s all conjectural, Philosophically conceptual. You think you’re intellectual But your reasoning is ineffectual. Reviled both by heterosexuals Insulted as well by homosexuals And some ugly issues contractual We are the besmirched bisexuals. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality. The straights tell us we must decide Then put the other gender aside. The complaints range far and wide Even gay people opt to deride. We don’t feel welcomed anywhere inside. Why doesn’t tolerance coincide When nobody seems to take our side? It’s freedom, get on the bus and ride. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality. We know, after years of research Gender choice is not learned in church. It can be shaped with rods of birch But those are better for birds to perch. Denying us freedom is an ugly lurch Past including truth in a morality search. Back to when we were ruled by a church And any variance was besmirched. While it is the opposite of equality It is the essence of our reality, A warped straight-centric morality Based on a Christianist plurality.

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There is ***** for sale and wombs for rent For same *** couples it’s cash well spent. While heterosexuals breed their own Gay couples, as yet, cannot clone. A lesbian couple who had the itch is suing their ***** bank for “bait and switch”. They wanted a Caucasian baby and had requested ***** from vial “380”. The donor of that ***** was white, Handsome, smart, just “not their type” They were given another’s ***** instead And an interracial child was bred. It seems they were given vial “330” The vials, it seems, were marked unclearly. An honest mistake by a nearsighted boomer?- or one with a twisted sense of humor? A civil suit will go to trial seeking damages for a mixed race child. If their motion to dismiss should meet denial The “bank” will suffer premature withdrawal. In which event bankruptcy looms For the bank that supplies the ***** for wombs.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

***** bank Lawsuit

There is ***** for sale and wombs for rent For same *** couples it’s cash well spent. While heterosexuals breed their own Gay couples, as yet, cannot clone. A lesbian couple who had the itch is suing their ***** bank for “bait and switch”. They wanted a Caucasian baby and had requested ***** from vial “380”. The donor of that ***** was white, Handsome, smart, just “not their type” They were given another’s ***** instead And an interracial child was bred. It seems they were given vial “330” The vials, it seems, were marked unclearly. An honest mistake by a nearsighted boomer?- or one with a twisted sense of humor? A civil suit will go to trial seeking damages for a mixed race child. If their motion to dismiss should meet denial The “bank” will suffer premature withdrawal. In which event bankruptcy looms For the bank that supplies the ***** for wombs.

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So there are heterosexuals and there are homosexuals and there are bisexuals and even metrosexuals, but I am unisexual, so I married myself quite awhile ago and me and me have been having a wonderful love life ever since, so I don't ********** very often, and I hardly ever ********* so what I do is to visualize *** with myself, who is a beautiful woman inside and who are four beautiful men floating around me, and then there is this kind of around the world *** that is a massive kundalinigasm which is like a trip to Mars, so unisexuality is my *** of choice, but as you probably have guessed, it's not for everyone.

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Oct 25, 2012

Oct 25, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC

kongsaeng-chris-everson

Unisexual

So there are heterosexuals and there are homosexuals and there are bisexuals and even metrosexuals, but I am unisexual, so I married myself quite awhile ago and me and me have been having a wonderful love life ever since, so I don't ********** very often, and I hardly ever ********* so what I do is to visualize *** with myself, who is a beautiful woman inside and who are four beautiful men floating around me, and then there is this kind of around the world *** that is a massive kundalinigasm which is like a trip to Mars, so unisexuality is my *** of choice, but as you probably have guessed, it's not for everyone.

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The terrifying teeth chatter into the crimson lips of a wound up smile, chattering along the very risen table top that draws all small toys to their finite dooms. While breaths sour hour upon hour, each idling ear suffocates the last gasping breaths of its epicurean syllabic tongue, drizzling down the stomach like melt water from a cubic glacier in an ornamental silver tub, and sternly quibbles the stem-like dactyls drawing rose champagne into a fissure of the brain's tumescent humming. Each finger tips' nail rouge and red, each dry crevice sewn into the knuckles, and a leaflet on sadism near the scratchy illegible lines whittled on the topside of the wrists and the slalom runs of the ankle. The ankle sinister. The ghost-like hallow sockets of where eyes could have once be seen. Plaster and albicant-like dying death white skins forbade from the Flushing streets where the jazz dance once began. And with each nellypotted hop, three useless nuisances could not carry the bridle towards each nearly favorite sound that curiosity enslaved man to lean towards. The women weirded out by corners, plastic-wrapped furniture in outdoor corridors, where sinners veil their retreats into state run triage centers. Fake plastic countertops built from fake plastic trees. With an M14's muzzle stiffening and shuttering, she who vents off her cured romances will always find herself flaccid on rubber knees. The disease of the plea, is once more an affectation of not falling for royalty but instead the royal we. There is this weapon of fraud that perplexes geneticists, that enslaves heterosexuals, where albeit nor the time or place, she venerates the libations that her mind creates, she lubricates her cells, dressing, her skin ripening, heaven trickling across her humble nape, where gentleness is only a fool's disease and need. She. We. Heathens of eternity bowing our breaths in grand hyperbole see. I see she, and she sees me.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC

martin-narrod

The Parabols of Pericles

The terrifying teeth chatter into the crimson lips of a wound up smile, chattering along the very risen table top that draws all small toys to their finite dooms. While breaths sour hour upon hour, each idling ear suffocates the last gasping breaths of its epicurean syllabic tongue, drizzling down the stomach like melt water from a cubic glacier in an ornamental silver tub, and sternly quibbles the stem-like dactyls drawing rose champagne into a fissure of the brain's tumescent humming. Each finger tips' nail rouge and red, each dry crevice sewn into the knuckles, and a leaflet on sadism near the scratchy illegible lines whittled on the topside of the wrists and the slalom runs of the ankle. The ankle sinister. The ghost-like hallow sockets of where eyes could have once be seen. Plaster and albicant-like dying death white skins forbade from the Flushing streets where the jazz dance once began. And with each nellypotted hop, three useless nuisances could not carry the bridle towards each nearly favorite sound that curiosity enslaved man to lean towards. The women weirded out by corners, plastic-wrapped furniture in outdoor corridors, where sinners veil their retreats into state run triage centers. Fake plastic countertops built from fake plastic trees. With an M14's muzzle stiffening and shuttering, she who vents off her cured romances will always find herself flaccid on rubber knees. The disease of the plea, is once more an affectation of not falling for royalty but instead the royal we. There is this weapon of fraud that perplexes geneticists, that enslaves heterosexuals, where albeit nor the time or place, she venerates the libations that her mind creates, she lubricates her cells, dressing, her skin ripening, heaven trickling across her humble nape, where gentleness is only a fool's disease and need. She. We. Heathens of eternity bowing our breaths in grand hyperbole see. I see she, and she sees me.

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To begin with, We have YOU, And we have Me. And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US. As well, we have: SOGIES Asexuals Allies Intersexes Bisexuals Lesbians Gays Homosexuals Pansexuals Queers Straights Heterosexuals Gender Binaries Afabs Amabs Agenders Androgynes Gender Blenders Bigenders Cisgenders Cross-dressers Drag Queens Drag Kings Enbies Gender Dysphoria Gender fluids Gender Non-conformists Gender Queers Gender Variants Non-Binaries Questioners Transgenders Transitions Transsexuals Two-Sprits... and LGBTQIA+ (Flora and Fauna?) Does Genesis have anything right?

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Nov 30, 2023

Nov 30, 2023 at 10:35 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Alphabet People and Others

To begin with, We have YOU, And we have Me. And we also have THEM, THEY, THEIRS THOSE, WE AND US. As well, we have: SOGIES Asexuals Allies Intersexes Bisexuals Lesbians Gays Homosexuals Pansexuals Queers Straights Heterosexuals Gender Binaries Afabs Amabs Agenders Androgynes Gender Blenders Bigenders Cisgenders Cross-dressers Drag Queens Drag Kings Enbies Gender Dysphoria Gender fluids Gender Non-conformists Gender Queers Gender Variants Non-Binaries Questioners Transgenders Transitions Transsexuals Two-Sprits... and LGBTQIA+ (Flora and Fauna?) Does Genesis have anything right?

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Late morning after dreaming of these hand-written Alaskan three-dollar bills Polaroid photographs of empty silver screens hidden elevator button escape routes mid-performance ****** reconstructions I half-wake from my half-sleep and in seventy-five-cent consciousness beg the man of my waking misconceptions to meet for one more one more double latte Marlboro 27 kiss behind the parking lot than we’d ever had before we part again and he will reunite with his lunchmeat of holiday hopes and aspirations And I will return to the land of brotherless love and flaming heterosexuals the land of ugly **** and self-righteous queers the land where there is no God because I chased him from the West before he could do me harm the land filled with my pity and inebriated mindless self-perpetuation the land consumed with no passion because the Yukon’s landscape eyes are bleak and empty the land where the only direction is floating down-river to the blood-stained rocks of our maturity still within my mental prison with my other mental inmates and mental shanks and ***** I dream again with my eyes wide open and lips drawn in two-tier lonely grimace dream of the blue green red-eyed beauty that I have never known

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Mar 5, 2010

Mar 5, 2010 at 6:07 PM UTC

harry-gross

To the New Year

Late morning after dreaming of these hand-written Alaskan three-dollar bills Polaroid photographs of empty silver screens hidden elevator button escape routes mid-performance ****** reconstructions I half-wake from my half-sleep and in seventy-five-cent consciousness beg the man of my waking misconceptions to meet for one more one more double latte Marlboro 27 kiss behind the parking lot than we’d ever had before we part again and he will reunite with his lunchmeat of holiday hopes and aspirations And I will return to the land of brotherless love and flaming heterosexuals the land of ugly **** and self-righteous queers the land where there is no God because I chased him from the West before he could do me harm the land filled with my pity and inebriated mindless self-perpetuation the land consumed with no passion because the Yukon’s landscape eyes are bleak and empty the land where the only direction is floating down-river to the blood-stained rocks of our maturity still within my mental prison with my other mental inmates and mental shanks and ***** I dream again with my eyes wide open and lips drawn in two-tier lonely grimace dream of the blue green red-eyed beauty that I have never known

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Just beginning. Wyd are still young. Still being educated. Only 40 years ago homosexuality was still considered a mental disorder. Now equal rights are still non existent. Sure since then things have gotten better. But we still are not equal! People still laugh when they see two men walking down the street holding hands. People still thing lesbians are just there for there own nasty pleasure. Kiss your girlfriend it's hot. You don't say that to straight couples. You don't stop and yell out the window when you see them. You don't tell them to kiss for your own pleasure. You don't go shoot their clubs. The world is not equal. We are no where near equal. We are still lower than heterosexuals. We are still thought of as sinners by churches. We are frowned upon. Youth are thrown out by there parents. We still live in fear. No rights til we are equal **** right I SUPORT it!

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Jun 29, 2016

Jun 29, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

ana-fail

The world is young

Just beginning. Wyd are still young. Still being educated. Only 40 years ago homosexuality was still considered a mental disorder. Now equal rights are still non existent. Sure since then things have gotten better. But we still are not equal! People still laugh when they see two men walking down the street holding hands. People still thing lesbians are just there for there own nasty pleasure. Kiss your girlfriend it's hot. You don't say that to straight couples. You don't stop and yell out the window when you see them. You don't tell them to kiss for your own pleasure. You don't go shoot their clubs. The world is not equal. We are no where near equal. We are still lower than heterosexuals. We are still thought of as sinners by churches. We are frowned upon. Youth are thrown out by there parents. We still live in fear. No rights til we are equal **** right I SUPORT it!

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A Grande Iced coffee sweetened with whole milk always supplied Trey, the Zombie, with energy. On a bright yellow morning Trey sat down on a canvass deck chair outside of Starbucks. He puffed on his e-cigarette. Then he took a sip from his plastic cup. And as he tasted the refreshing creamy coffee, he remembered what it was like to be a human being. Before the infection decimated the world’s population of men, women, and children, everybody was killing each other with double barreled shotguns, sleeping with their best friend’s girlfriend to prove that they were not in love with their best friend, forcing girls and women of all ages into cramped basements leaving them with a bowl of white rice and a cup of water, telling them that they had to sleep with strange men who lived in America and other countries polluted with lust and desire, or else they would get sent to the bottom of a swamp where the Alligators roamed the muddy shores in search of flesh. Trey remembered that he had been a college student living at home, working as a tennis instructor part time at the rec center down the street from where he resided at. This little girl Amy bit him on the ankle. It was the first time he had taught her how to hit a topspin serve with such velocity that the tennis ball would bounce off the service box and rise over the chain-linked fence, where the zombies were, crawling over and up onto the hard courts. As Trey drank his iced coffee he realized that life was more pleasant now. People didn’t shoot each other anymore. Closeted gays and lesbians didn’t sleep with their best friend’s boyfriends and girlfriends just to prove that they were heterosexuals. And wicked men with shaggy hair and yellow teeth didn’t buy young girls and women from cramped basements and **** them because they had the money and the motivation to follow their lustful desires. No. None of this happened anymore. Now that the Zombies had taken over. Everybody just went to Starbucks, and drank iced coffees sweetened with milk.

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Aug 16, 2016

Aug 16, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC

dannyartreads

Coffee

A Grande Iced coffee sweetened with whole milk always supplied Trey, the Zombie, with energy. On a bright yellow morning Trey sat down on a canvass deck chair outside of Starbucks. He puffed on his e-cigarette. Then he took a sip from his plastic cup. And as he tasted the refreshing creamy coffee, he remembered what it was like to be a human being. Before the infection decimated the world’s population of men, women, and children, everybody was killing each other with double barreled shotguns, sleeping with their best friend’s girlfriend to prove that they were not in love with their best friend, forcing girls and women of all ages into cramped basements leaving them with a bowl of white rice and a cup of water, telling them that they had to sleep with strange men who lived in America and other countries polluted with lust and desire, or else they would get sent to the bottom of a swamp where the Alligators roamed the muddy shores in search of flesh. Trey remembered that he had been a college student living at home, working as a tennis instructor part time at the rec center down the street from where he resided at. This little girl Amy bit him on the ankle. It was the first time he had taught her how to hit a topspin serve with such velocity that the tennis ball would bounce off the service box and rise over the chain-linked fence, where the zombies were, crawling over and up onto the hard courts. As Trey drank his iced coffee he realized that life was more pleasant now. People didn’t shoot each other anymore. Closeted gays and lesbians didn’t sleep with their best friend’s boyfriends and girlfriends just to prove that they were heterosexuals. And wicked men with shaggy hair and yellow teeth didn’t buy young girls and women from cramped basements and **** them because they had the money and the motivation to follow their lustful desires. No. None of this happened anymore. Now that the Zombies had taken over. Everybody just went to Starbucks, and drank iced coffees sweetened with milk.

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Sticking to what I know best, I’m just a product of my generation, ****** up and full of ideals, Thoughts that my parents think they can quell, But they just help me to rise to my knees, speak, and breathe, Sorry mom and dad but it is soon to be my world, And I have time to recreate, Already biting the bullet since I was an infant, The hardest part seems to be, keeping me contained, Since I was raised in such a connected age, You know I believe gays can get married as long as I perceive, We already did our adolescent time; let’s search for something divine, Like tolerance of another, Not simply because of their skin color, But because they are a brother, I think it’s alright not to look to the skies, For answers Earth can derive, Like how I evolved from an ape after others went extinct, Realizing what is best, Our children are the remedy to society’s unrest, When you let them develop a tolerant cortex, We already bit the bullet as we grew, We already know what must become the norm, To breed tolerance is to breed the cure, How can we not embrace those that know better? How can we not receive those that can remedy this place we call home? May the racism rise from your veins, May you realize that two guys loving one and another, Is as lovely as the way I feel towards my girlfriend, May you see that children with two mommies or daddies, Are maybe as happy as I was with the heterosexuals that raised me, Sticking to what I know best, I think its right to tolerate, The processes of humanity, How precious is it when you can breed? A tolerant being, How wonderful when we better a place founded by thieves, slaveholders and maniacs with cufflinks.

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Jun 5, 2012

Jun 5, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC

carmelo-antone

Cortex

Sticking to what I know best, I’m just a product of my generation, ****** up and full of ideals, Thoughts that my parents think they can quell, But they just help me to rise to my knees, speak, and breathe, Sorry mom and dad but it is soon to be my world, And I have time to recreate, Already biting the bullet since I was an infant, The hardest part seems to be, keeping me contained, Since I was raised in such a connected age, You know I believe gays can get married as long as I perceive, We already did our adolescent time; let’s search for something divine, Like tolerance of another, Not simply because of their skin color, But because they are a brother, I think it’s alright not to look to the skies, For answers Earth can derive, Like how I evolved from an ape after others went extinct, Realizing what is best, Our children are the remedy to society’s unrest, When you let them develop a tolerant cortex, We already bit the bullet as we grew, We already know what must become the norm, To breed tolerance is to breed the cure, How can we not embrace those that know better? How can we not receive those that can remedy this place we call home? May the racism rise from your veins, May you realize that two guys loving one and another, Is as lovely as the way I feel towards my girlfriend, May you see that children with two mommies or daddies, Are maybe as happy as I was with the heterosexuals that raised me, Sticking to what I know best, I think its right to tolerate, The processes of humanity, How precious is it when you can breed? A tolerant being, How wonderful when we better a place founded by thieves, slaveholders and maniacs with cufflinks.

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Front page news Sad times ahead for happy people Get in line Politicians losing the whip Seen gratifying in phone boxes A liberal conference Army cuts have seen the Swiss win the neutral war Big aeroplane playing hide and seek Same *** marriage plunged into disarray Heterosexuals revoke clause 69 Mary's got a headache Migration watch in london spot new species A rare Nigel The stay together campaign have run out of money Independents rolling in the black stuff Later changed to multi coloured stuff Guiness drinkers in Swiss tanks demand apology Women say bedroom tax is affecting performance Men agree whilst channel hopping Bald people in North Korea wigging it Same *** mannequins in Moss bros Church moving to M and S S and M on Saturday nights Hp poets uploading Beware Bound to offend some dummies.

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC

Gaffer

Hp News

Front page news Sad times ahead for happy people Get in line Politicians losing the whip Seen gratifying in phone boxes A liberal conference Army cuts have seen the Swiss win the neutral war Big aeroplane playing hide and seek Same *** marriage plunged into disarray Heterosexuals revoke clause 69 Mary's got a headache Migration watch in london spot new species A rare Nigel The stay together campaign have run out of money Independents rolling in the black stuff Later changed to multi coloured stuff Guiness drinkers in Swiss tanks demand apology Women say bedroom tax is affecting performance Men agree whilst channel hopping Bald people in North Korea wigging it Same *** mannequins in Moss bros Church moving to M and S S and M on Saturday nights Hp poets uploading Beware Bound to offend some dummies.

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I feel no kinship with gay culture Yet I am a ********** I feel no kinship with the heterosexuals either Yet I lust after unhinged limbs in the dead of night And I look for a concrete self In unobtainable categories That allure and allude me And 300 people have been sentenced to death in Egypt But I'm thinking about where my **** goes And writing poetry about it

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC

scott-t

Untitled

I feel no kinship with gay culture Yet I am a ********** I feel no kinship with the heterosexuals either Yet I lust after unhinged limbs in the dead of night And I look for a concrete self In unobtainable categories That allure and allude me And 300 people have been sentenced to death in Egypt But I'm thinking about where my **** goes And writing poetry about it

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I seriously wish people cared as much about the arts as they do about healthcare; arts funding goes to bourgeois pet projects that fuel a certain school of homosexuality that excuses ********** heterosexuals usually men, who o n the other side of the river slept w/ their male cousins b/c it was cold not Platonic but Spartan like not everyone gets cancer or has their limbs amputated; not every kid is a certified ****** w/ cancer what about starving poets & painters; don't they deserve the price of a cup of coffee even if u never see them, even if they're blind & never write a words; some of the best poets are illiterate the world over but no, u want to live forever & cure **** that hasn't been caught yet after waves of epidemics wipe out whole generations; poets are more reliable than the news [truth be known] u want healthcare & women's rights & I just want to write I'll cure cancer for u if u need it that bad; we'll use mama's homemade hoo-joo juice, it works it used to work I think u need a snake for that & a strong drink liquor will cure everything if that doesn't work, smoke

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May 14, 2018

May 14, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC

johnny-noiπ

art cures cancer

I seriously wish people cared as much about the arts as they do about healthcare; arts funding goes to bourgeois pet projects that fuel a certain school of homosexuality that excuses ********** heterosexuals usually men, who o n the other side of the river slept w/ their male cousins b/c it was cold not Platonic but Spartan like not everyone gets cancer or has their limbs amputated; not every kid is a certified ****** w/ cancer what about starving poets & painters; don't they deserve the price of a cup of coffee even if u never see them, even if they're blind & never write a words; some of the best poets are illiterate the world over but no, u want to live forever & cure **** that hasn't been caught yet after waves of epidemics wipe out whole generations; poets are more reliable than the news [truth be known] u want healthcare & women's rights & I just want to write I'll cure cancer for u if u need it that bad; we'll use mama's homemade hoo-joo juice, it works it used to work I think u need a snake for that & a strong drink liquor will cure everything if that doesn't work, smoke

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Oh right. I forgot. There's actually ******* out there Who are serious About their homophobia. About hate of Consenual relations Between any grown individuals Which doesn't conform To their perspective of love. Righteous love. Fanatic heterosexuals. Ay, I can't knock women. Obviously, There's so much more To loving a partner. So much more To a loving partner. The life you build together, What you do with it. But let's hone in On dictating individuality And harming individual rights. Oh right. I forgot. There's this thing Called the constitution. Oh right. I forgot. There's these things Called amendments. Silly me, I guess I was on A personal "freak." Silly me, I guess I waged A personal "streak." Oh right. I forgot. There's this thing Called proper interpretation. Oh right. I forgot. There's these things Called existing judgements. Ah, **** I guess I'm against State & church seperation. Ah, shucks! I guess I'm for Totalitarian fascism.

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

There's This Thing Called Opposition

Oh right. I forgot. There's actually ******* out there Who are serious About their homophobia. About hate of Consenual relations Between any grown individuals Which doesn't conform To their perspective of love. Righteous love. Fanatic heterosexuals. Ay, I can't knock women. Obviously, There's so much more To loving a partner. So much more To a loving partner. The life you build together, What you do with it. But let's hone in On dictating individuality And harming individual rights. Oh right. I forgot. There's this thing Called the constitution. Oh right. I forgot. There's these things Called amendments. Silly me, I guess I was on A personal "freak." Silly me, I guess I waged A personal "streak." Oh right. I forgot. There's this thing Called proper interpretation. Oh right. I forgot. There's these things Called existing judgements. Ah, **** I guess I'm against State & church seperation. Ah, shucks! I guess I'm for Totalitarian fascism.

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